Gilgarra Mountain lyrics

As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain

I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'

First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'

"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver"

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny

I put it in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny

She sighed and swore she loved me

And never would deceive me

But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber

To dream of gold and girls and o'course it was no wonder

Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water

Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

Next mornin' early before I rose to travel

A' came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell

I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier

But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin'

For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain

But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down

And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army

I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney

Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny

And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin'

And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'

But I takes delight in the juice of the barley

Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early

Mush-a-ring-um duram da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

• Artist:Peter, Paul and Mary
• Album:A Song Will Rise